Summer in the Falls
Copyright © 2024 by Elle Gray
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Author's Note
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If he was trying to scare her, it was effective, but lacked a certain subtlety. But Alex Ricci, a former hitter for the Arias drug cartel, wasn’t a man known for his subtlety. Instead, he was known for his cruelty. For his brutality. He was known for it but never prosecuted for it, simply because he was smart enough to stay ahead of those hunting him. Smart enough that he’d eluded capture for years. And now that she had disavowed the FBI and started her life over in the Pacific Northwest, he wasn’t supposed to be her problem anymore.
“Except that he’s made it my problem,” Spenser muttered to herself.
